One to Three

Don't place your bets

On me just yet,

I'm only half-way home.

This racket takes it's toll

My scams are smooth and cold.

I'm bathing in a fountain

And I'm not getting old.

I crave to catch an edge;

Break bones and cartilage.

Send back the architects of Carthage

Take down the flag, forget the pledge.

I'm only half-way home.

Puff out your chest

And step to the sun.

It's done,

It's best to burn everyone

Whose gotten half-way home.

Cut me in 2 3:

1 2 save,

1 2 waste,

And 1 2 eat.

I cut myself in 3:

1 4 us,

1 4 them,

And 1 4 me.

Drinking pots of coffee

Till every drop is gone.

Painting a portrait of Ponce de Leon

Out of clipped nails

From the hands and the feet

Of every lost and stubborn soul

I hope to ever meet.